So spring is officially here and with it comes flowers, warm weather, and baseball. I recently purchased some Phillies tickets for a game in a few weeks. First row; I am very excited! Anyway, the idea for this blog post has been on the back burner for a while now. It all goes back to a game I attended last season. It might have been the Dollar Dog Night where I attempted to eat 1 hot dog per inning. I only managed to make it to the 7th inning. My friend Jay completed this gastro-intestinal feat that left him looking pregnant. Apparently he also enjoyed some sodium-laced night sweats.
So my question is this: What is the oldest you can be and still bring a baseball glove to a game? I say once you become a teenager it's no longer acceptable. It's like having your bar mitzvah; you are now an adult and can't wear that glove anymore. Along the same line, if I caught a foul ball and there was a little kid near me, there is no way I give that ball away. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity for crying out loud. Just think, maybe if Steve Bartman had been wearing a glove he would have been asked to leave for being too old and the Cubs would have won their first World Series in over 100 years. But they didn't so I digress.
Spring is a time for new beginnings and with some new Deep Thoughts. Stay tuned...
